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but is anyone actually well ? i guess because i’ve been well myself. i wish i couldn’t control myself anymore, that the sadness could swallow me and all that was left to do was put me in a hospital. Maybe i’d jump from my window, or i’d go out naked and screaming in the street. It wouldn’t be blamed on me anymore. As long as i can still stop myself, i have the responsability to keep myself in check, just like everyone does because i’m not the only one with feelings, and i am not any worse than the others. to stop seeking attention and let everyone worry about themselves. Et à juste titre, am i thinking about them when i am lonely in my room? They could feel the same way and i’d have no idea. I think i’m going to reach out, ask if they’re okay.

morning sun through the stained glass windows